A Court of Scars and Shadows

Imagine Him

A/N: This next scene might be awkward to read. But, please, in this case, the mirror will help her feel more confident in herself.

I'll put lines on where the awkwardness ends 😃 .

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Gwyn never dared to touch herself. She was either too scared or nervous. She had read a few books, knew enough about the female anatomy, to do it.

She figured today was as good as any, especially with the pulse between her legs the didn't dull down. She was too hot.

She sat in front of the mirror where she placed cushions behind her.  She had read in one of her books, that touching yourself in front of the mirror allowed you to explore yourself.

She made sure to lock the door. She quickly did her Mind Stilling and took of Azriel's shirt. She stared at her naked body for a while. She was never confident in her body, often had found herself comparing her body to the other priestesses in the library. Although she had packed on muscle, her legs were too big for her liking, completely at odds with her curves.

She leaned back into the cushions and opened her legs up slightly, baring herself to the mirror. Gwyn looked at the mirror and got nervous. Her arousal was obvious, her folds glistened underneath the dim faelights. She brought a hand and ran it up and down her thigh. Her nails lightly scratched her leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She kept repeated that action, altering thighs, as she brought up her other hand and lightly rubbed her breasts. Her breathing hitched.

Her blood was roaring, the pulsing was getting harder to ignore. She pinched a nipple lightly and gasped. Her mind started to wonder thinking that is was Lennan touching her breast and she let out a sigh. Tentatively, she brought the hand from her thigh down to her clit.

She saw and felt herself blush at the wetness she found there. She circled lightly and let out a louder gasp. It felt good, better than she thought it could feel. She kept circling the bundle of nerves while she touched her breast. Her legs opened more and Gwyn found herself feeling more aroused when she looked at the mirror.

She didn't dare try to glide a finger into her, not willing to go too far. Her orgasm slowly built up and it felt as if it was a veil away. She couldn't believe that she didn't try touching herself sooner. It felt too good to be to be true. As neared she neared that wonderful veil, her mind wandered even further and what once was Lennan turned into Azriel. She didn't know whether to be mortified or aroused by thinking of the Shadowsinger. Her fingers moved faster at the apex of thighs and Gwyn let out a wavering moan and her orgasm washed through her. She kept moving her fingers through and she was let shaking. She panted as stared at herself. She was proud of herself. She was able to see what wonderful things life had to offer her.

After the aftershocks of her orgasm passed, Gwyn looked up at the ceiling, wondering what imaging Azriel meant. How she felt about him.

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AZRIEL'S POV

Azriel woke up to the linger scent of Gwyn's arousal.  He had to be imagining it. 

He looked over to where Gwyn had fallen asleep and saw that she was no longer there. He knew she had left a while ago because her side of the bed was cold. Her side. His shadows told him that she had left to her room.

He closed his eyes, still in bed, trying to go back to sleep. He never slept the peacefully in the five centuries he has been alive. As he was drifting back into the peaceful sleep, someone knocked on the door. He groaned quietly and didn't move in hope that whoever knocked would leave.